My cat ate my dry suit ...and other tales of woe.
Janet and two of our very good friends (John and Mary, very experienced warm water divers re-learning about cold water) went to Monterey despite some truly intimidating swell reports. We had our bikes with us, just in case it wasn't divable, and a weekend away was just the stress relief I needed.
I've been out of the country for about a month, and had done some diving just before we left, leaving my drysuit hanging in the bathroom in the hurry to leave (this becomes significant, as you will see). Since I hadn't been the water for what seemed forever, I was excited to hit the coast.
Anyway, we hooked up with Harry Wong at Point Lobos. Harry being the "local guy" and all, we defered to him for planning the dive, so we set up a trip to the pinnacles.
So I hopped into my suit and got in the water, ferrying scooters to the staging float. Hmmm. My left ankle was cold. Well, <mentally shrugging> sometimes the undies pull up there, giving me a bit of "contact cold" under the suit.
So I get out, grab another scooter, and this time, my right ankle gets cold, too. And my foot. And the calf of the leg. This is not good, and I'm sure I'm leaking, but by now, everyone else is in the water, so I just decide to live with it.
As I am working my way through the delima, Mary swims up to me, and says <explective> my battery didn't latch! She says she can hear it rattling around inside her scooter, and sure enough it is. Since I have just got in, I grab her scooter and get out to see if I can quickly re-seat the battery. My feet squish as I get onto the ramp, and when I open Mary's scooter, I realize I will drip salt water all over the inside. Bad.
So, reality sets in. I yell out to Mary, just take my Cuda and go, my suit is leaking. So off they all toodle, leaving me behind, swearing in the parking lot.
When I peel off my Fusion, I pour about a quart of sea water out of each leg. The reason: a set of puncture marks in the toe, neat as can be, on each foot. The light dawns....
The Suspect Cat
Janet and I have long joked that our cat, Barchetta, is "chemical dependent". She'll lick the coating off of photographs, lick the kraft paper adhesive tape, eat ribbons, etc. I'm sure that after a couple weeks of hanging there, my drysuit became irresistable, and after a couple of licks and a bite, she had tried both feet. Which were now leaking and wet. If I hadn't wanted to dive so badly, I would have laughed.
After the dive was over, we all joked about it. John (who wears a Fusion the same size as mine) loaned me his drysuit so I could go out for a dive, and what's nice about the Fusion was although it wasn't mine, it fit like a glove anyway. Harry and I took the Cudas out through the ZERO vis in the cove to Betos (maybe 30' of vis at 95'), and had a nice 40 minute dive.
Trouble always comes in threes. Glad I got that out of our system!
All the best, James
PS - I just used the heat gun and patched my Fusion. I went and found Barchetta and showed her, she was unimpressed.